Letras:Pixies. Doolittle. Hey.

Hey, been trying to meet you
Hey, must be a devil between us
Or whores in my head
Whores at my door, whore in my bed
But hey where have you been?
If you go I will surely die

We're chained
We're chained
We're chained

"Uh," said the man to the lady
"Uh," said the lady to the man she adored
And the whores like a choir, go "Uh" all night
And Mary, ain't you tired of this?
'Uh' is the sound that the mother makes
When her fingers break

We're chained
We're chained
We're chained